Summary
My relationship with my wife is quite delicate.
I give her 80,000 yuan every month for living expenses, and both the house and the car are registered under our child’s name. To outsiders, I am the perfect husband.
But I have a secret.
I know that she knows, she knows that I know she knows, but we both… pretend not to know.
I thought we could always get along with this tacit understanding.
But one day, she suddenly said to me:
You’ve worked hard these past few years.
Let’s get a divorce.